Seeing the two women successfully operate the mechs put Ethan's mind at ease. It meant their neural synchronization was at least over fifty percent. The fact they could trigger attacks suggested it was even higher, probably pushing seventy or eighty. With that level of protection, their safety was pretty much guaranteed. Short of an absolutely catastrophic attack, nothing was getting through the armor forged from the otherworldly metals Shatterstar had used.
"Alright then, let's move out. Lyla, why don't you come with us?" Ethan invited.
"Huh?" Lyla was caught off guard.
"I need to find a bank to make a deposit. We're probably going to need the cash flow tonight," Ethan explained, then glanced at Amber. "I'm guessing you two won't be back from your black market trip that quickly?"
"Best case scenario, we're back tomorrow morning," Amber confirmed.
...
On Crescent Isle, Ethan parted ways with Amber and the others, leaving just him and Lyla.
